“This would be a good time to apologize.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry croaked, struggling to breathe. “Maybe you’re not fat. Maybe you’re just pregnant with a
wildebeest.”
Bernice, Herb’s better half, gently took her husband’s arm and led him
away, probably saving Harry’s life.
Harry grinned up at me.
“I’m glad his trainer stopped him before he ate us all.”
I
shook my head. “You’re an idiot.”
(from Fuzzy Navel by
J.A. Konrath)
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